WARNING: this story features non-consent. Do not continue to read if this is triggering for you.

The groundskeeper has a surprising encounter with a pleasant outlook in this episode. And, he finally gets a chance to do something serious with Kasha. If you're looking for blatant sex and abuse (yum!), this episode is not it, just so you know :)

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I opened the door and pushed her through it. Then, I exited as well and locked the door properly. By the time the door was closed, Mei Ling had slipped away. Undoubtedly happy that her ordeal was over. Or so she thought. I headed back to the groundskeeper’s residence and started thinking if and what I was going to do with the video of tonight’s performance. She had – after all – been good at deepthroating my cock, and that seemed a talent that shouldn’t be wasted.

The walk home allowed me to calm down after what turned out to be a hectic yet entertaining day. The day wasn’t a complete surprise, of course; when I applied for the groundskeeper’s position two years ago, I thought that through and had a clear plan. I used to work in a research facility that didn’t exist, working on weapon systems that had never been invented. I guess you could say I got a bit of a mental breakdown and decided I needed a career change before someone locked me up in a rubber room and threw away the key. Waving at a biology professor as he passed me in his car, I crossed the road and mused that I had enjoyed the last two years here more than all of the time working for the military before that.

The only problem was that my new job didn’t challenge my brain very much. And after having relaxed for the better part of a year, I had started preparing for today. Hm, well, I had prepared for what happened with Kasha… Mei Ling was… I chuckled… dessert? Dessert seemed a good term for it… Strange that something like that would happen on the same day I finally decided to move on Kasha… Getting to know the University well enough, making sure I had access to all buildings and to the different security and maintenance systems, and that I was trusted by University management… had all taken a lot of time. And I had to admit that there were times that…

I was so engrossed in thought that I almost collided head-on with someone exiting the building of a different department. She shrieked, managed to stop before bumping into me, and started laughing. “Professor Lockwood! I’m so sorry! I locked that building up already; I thought everybody had gone home! Did I lock you in?”

“No, not to worry,” she beamed at me. I loved her smile, though it was always complicated and expressed a certain degree of sadness. “I had to come back and pick up some papers I’m supposed to grade tonight,” she said, rolling her eyes. I had forgotten them, obviously, the age, I guess.”

“Professor, you’re younger than I am and look even younger. You just work too hard and don’t take enough time off. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to tell you that.” I smiled back at her. She was one of my favorite people on campus, and I had seen countless times how kind she was to staff and students. She was also very skilled at keeping people at a distance. I had invited her to dinner several times, but she always delicately and with great concern for my ego turned that down.

A slight blush appeared on her cheeks: “Talking about having to repeat oneself, haven’t I asked you many times to please call me Iris?” She tilted her head and pursed her lips with mocking disapproval.

“You have, Professor, and I have answered you equally many times that I would be happy to do that if you would accept my dinner invitation. Being allowed to cook some nice Chinese food for you would certainly put me in the right mood to call you that. Right now… it wouldn’t feel right,” I joked back.

“Hm,” she said hesitantly, in a deviation of our usual script: “You know I’m a vegetarian… do you think you could make something I would enjoy?”.

I remained speechless for a minute, and she looked at me coyly, lowering her eyes afterward, a small smile on her lips. “Professor Lockwood, no, Iris, I would make Chinese eggplant with garlic sauce and vegetarian-style Mapo tofu. I guarantee you that you will love both dishes. I’ll even throw in some of my famous Jasmin tea.”

After more silence and what appeared to be some internal struggle, she looked up at me, her smile widening. “So… would the day after tomorrow work? After class, say… 7pm at your place? And…,” some more stress in her voice now: “can I count on you being a gentleman?”.

I let my face go serious, and in my deepest voice, while looking into her eyes, said: “Iris, I consider you a personal friend and one of the nicest people I know, I wouldn’t dream of doing anything with you or to you that you didn’t want. I’ll be a perfect gentleman. And the day after tomorrow at seven would be perfect. Or whenever you’re done with class, I’ll be right here. Just come over.” I couldn’t keep serious, and a broad smile appeared. She sighed and smiled back at me, then stepped in, gave me a short, small hug (another first!), and stepped back again: “I’m looking forward to it! See you then! I will bring dessert!” She quickly walked away from me, looking back and smiling one last time.

I was left feeling perplexed. What was happening today? Slowly, I turned around and continued my walk home. When I opened the door, I was greeted by Dragon. I picked her up from the floor, and she nestled on my arm, immediately relaxing and purring. Entering my office, I sat down behind my computer, and Dragon jumped onto my shoulder and settled against my neck. This was familiar territory; she had developed that habit as a kitten and didn’t seem to realize (or perhaps she didn’t care) that she weighed slightly more now. But even though I might grumble about it, I found it profoundly satisfying and wouldn’t dream of pushing her away.

I quickly logged onto the video monitoring web interface and searched the footage from the physics classroom where I had dessert earlier today. The video downloaded swiftly to my Mac, and I deleted it from the video system. Even though I was the only one with access, taking foolish chances wasn’t a wise idea. With the video securely stored away for later consideration, I also accessed the university’s administration system and searched for a physics student named Mei Ling. Her full name turned out to be Mei Ling Wang, born on March 14, 1999. “Pi Day,” I mumbled: “so she’s… 25? Yes, 25. Bloody hell, they’re all so young.” I copied her information next to the video and then shut off the computer. The rest of the evening was spent winding down, rubbing Dragon’s belly (which I never seemed to do enough), and gradually falling asleep while watching nonsense on TV.

I woke up fairly late the next day – one of the perks of making the rounds late in the evening is that my mornings are calm and serene – and I was enjoying breakfast when a ‘ding’ from my phone interrupted the tranquility. Dragon rewarded me for neglecting to set my phone to silent by inserting her claws in a particularly delicate spot, and I was careful not to startle her any further. Crawling behind her ears, I unlocked my phone and saw a brief message from Kasha: “Good morning, Sir. I have done what you asked and broken up with my boyfriend. I hope you had a good night, Sir.”

I smiled and texted back: “I had a perfect night, thank you. Meet me tonight at 8 pm at the University swimming pool. You’ll help me clean up and close after practice. You can tell me all about the break-up tonight.” Usually, the swimming team’s staff would close up after training, but once a week, I came in to ensure that regular maintenance was performed and minor problems were fixed. I intended to lighten my load tonight by having Kasha help me (pun fully intended, I grinned). I cleaned up my breakfast mess (after carefully extracting Dragon from my lap), and Kasha hearted my message. I shook my head over how stupidly excited I was to see her again.

The day passed quickly and uneventfully, but I couldn’t help being distracted by yesterday’s events. I still didn’t understand how I went from essentially living a solitary life to meeting a submissive girl who wanted to throw herself at me, making a yummy video of a small Chinese girl who would need further ‘education,’ and scoring a dinner date with the most elusive (and kindest) professor at university (if a date was what this was). It seemed like I was going to be a bit busy.

I got to the swimming pool slightly early (‘nervous teenage boy syndrome,’ I grudgingly admitted to myself) and arrived before the end of practice. While waiting for everyone to clear out, I did most of the work by checking the basement's filtration, disinfection, and heating systems. Walking back up, things seemed to have quieted down. At the top of the stairs, in the income hall, Kasha was sitting against the wall, waiting for me. She jumped up when she saw me coming in, and smiled.

Then she dropped her bag, took one step forward, and stood in front of me, legs spread, arms on her back with hands holding each other, shoulders pulled back, and facing the floor just in front of me. She glanced up at me with a small smile and said: “Everybody has left, Sir.”

I looked her over and asked: “Did you rehearse that position?”. She smiled wider: “Yes, Sir, I looked it up during my break today because I wanted to know what to do when I met you. Is it okay? Do you like it?

I walked around her, inspecting her stance, then stopped in front of her and gently lifted her chin with one finger so that she looked directly at me. “I love it. Thank you for doing that; it was really thoughtful.” She beamed back at me. “I probably shouldn’t kiss you here in the hall, should I? Follow me back inside, and let’s make sure everything is sorted out there.”

I locked the pool's front doors, and we walked back inside the building. After a brief tour of the pool and the stands to ensure nobody had left anything important behind, we headed to the dressing rooms. Except for a shower that was still dripping a little because it hadn’t been closed properly, everything seemed in order. I asked Kasha to inspect the dressing rooms while I cleaned up excess water outside the shower area.

When I saw that Kasha was almost done and entered the last dressing room, I quickly followed her in. Without warning, I spun her around, grabbed her throat and pushed her against one of the walls, lifting her up so she had to stand on her tiptoes. To my surprise, she didn’t struggle or panic. She just kept her arms at her side and looked at me with full surrender in her eyes.

“Who are you, girl?”

“I am… I am yours, Sir. I am whoever or whatever you want me to be.”

I leaned in and kissed her. She smelled like violets again, and her lips were as soft as I remembered them from the evening before. Without tears, she didn’t taste salty this time, and the way she kissed me back was utterly intoxicating. I softly nibbled her lower lip, and her breath stocked. I kept my hand on her throat, firmly pinning her against the wall: “Take your clothes off, Kasha.”

Without hesitation, Kasha brought up her arms and unbuttoned her shirt, after which she shrugged out of it. She handed it to me, and her bra went the same way. With a lot more effort, she took her shoes off, and I gave her a bit of leeway so she could continue to breathe. Her socks followed, and then the long training pants she also handed me. I threw all of it on a bench along the wall. Looking at me for confirmation, she hooked her thumbs under her panties and shrugged them down far enough that she could step out of them. “Please, Sir,” she said, handing those to me as well. I threw them on the rest of her clothes.

I let go of her and allowed her to stand in front of me again, and she quite naturally adopted the same position she had taken in the hall. Her body looked every bit as sexy and arousing as I remembered, and my voice went a bit hoarse as I said: “Now take my clothes off, Kasha.”